Chapter 67: : Gone

Yang Huai'an saw Zheng Quzhi's strangeness as soon as he raised his head, and couldn't help but look up along his line of sight. After a few seconds, his expression changed: "Where are the team leaders?!!!"
"Let's go." Zheng Quzhi's legs trembled a bit, but Wei Yan on his back was still cold, which would only send him some coldness and make him even more flustered.
Seeing Zheng Quzhi's face full of fear, Yang Huai'an remembered that he was a policeman, and quickly stood up next to Zheng Quzhi, patted him comfortingly, and said: "Don't worry, I will take you out with this Mr. Wei of!"
I believe you have ghosts.
Zheng Quzhi held back these words and didn't say it. He took a deep breath with a headache, and squeezed the phone used for lighting in his hand. He said in awe, "Let's go and see if I can catch up with them."
Maybe a few of them found out that they were missing and would wait for them in front?
"Where's the walkie-talkie?" Yang Huaian asked, grabbing Zheng Quzhi's arm.
Zheng Quzhi was startled, and then touched his pocket. With empty pockets, Zheng Quzhi's eyelids twitched and looked towards Yang Huai'an: "It's gone?"
"It's gone." Zheng Quzhi knew that his carelessness had caused very bad consequences, and his voice went low.
Yang Huai'an took a deep breath, but still raised a smile: "It's okay, the group leader and the others shouldn't go far, we can definitely catch up with them if we go faster."
But it turns out that Zheng Qu knows they are still too optimistic. After climbing for a long time, the stairs suddenly stopped and became a wall, with only a small door at the corner.
The two characters on the second floor are painted with red paint on the wall, revealing a strange atmosphere.
A piece of paper was posted on the door, and the red font was quite penetrating.
"Please follow the clues to find the stairs leading to the third floor."
A few words made Zheng Quzhi somewhat absent-minded. This haunted house is a mixture of several elements, and elements like escape have been very popular for a long time, and it is not surprising that it appears here.
But here is not just an escape game, but also beware of the dirt here, which is a bit tricky.
Zheng Quzhi put Wei Yan aside and leaned against the wall, put his hand to his mouth, and yelled, "Comrade Police!"
It stands to reason that if they are on the same floor, the three police officers should be able to hear their movements easily. But even if he opened his mouth and shouted, there was only his own echo on the floor.
Zheng Quzhi's heart sank.
Sure enough, the dirty things are making trouble. Otherwise, how could Team Leader Shi leave a few of them and leave first.
"They don't seem to be here." Yang Huai'an paled, without the sunlight at the beginning.
"It's okay, we can go to the police when we find the door on the third floor." Zheng Quzhi comforted, but there was nothing in his heart.
There are four policemen around me, so what can I do? I'm not stuck here, there is no way to deal with it.
The only hope is Wei Yan, but it is a pity that Dao Wei sleeps peacefully like a sleeping beauty.
"Let's go find clues? You go here, I go there." Yang Huai'an nodded, and a light flashed in his eyes: "The design in the haunted house should be quite simple. After all, it's just a place for people to play. It's easy to find."
"No, don't act alone." Zheng Quzhi shook his head and refused. He is a body of Yin Qi and definitely cannot act alone. Maybe the dirty stuff hidden in the dark was waiting for him alone.
Yang Huai'an thought about it, and agreed: "Well, let's go together."
Zheng Quzhi picked Wei Yan on his back again, followed Yang Huai'an, and walked towards the first room.
The door of the first room was tattered, and a wooden sign hung diagonally on the door, crumbling. Yang Huaian took a deep breath, twisted the doorknob, and opened the door.
Touching the wall at the door, Yang Huai'an found the switch and felt relieved. Just as he was about to turn on the light, something suddenly covered the back of his hand, and the cold air instantly spread all over his body.
Yang Huaian only felt that his scalp was about to explode, and Zheng Quzhi seemed to be aware of something behind him, and his tone was nervous: "What's wrong?"
Yang Huai'an didn't speak, and now he was the only policeman, and he felt that he couldn't act too scared. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the cold touch on the back of his hand and opened the switch with a snap.
Unexpectedly, the lights here are very bright.
Both of them subconsciously squinted their eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, Yang Huai'an looked at his hand almost immediately. It was empty there, Yang Huai'an heaved a sigh of relief, and laughed: "Where is the ghost in the world, I scared myself."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Zheng Quzhi staring at his hand with a dull face. Yang Huai'an followed his gaze and saw that his originally clean nails were suddenly painted with red nail polish.
The dazzling red is hard to ignore.
Yang Huai'an's expression changed, and he shook his hand subconsciously, and then suddenly realized how could this be shaken off. For a while, his face became pale and ugly.
Seeing Comrade Lamb's actions, Zheng Quzhi wanted to laugh inexplicably, but he managed to hold it back. He just gave a light cough pretending to be calm, and comforted him: "It's okay, it's just a nail polish."
I didn't know whether this sentence was comforting Yang Huai'an or comforting himself, anyway, Yang Huai'an was not comforted. His face was pale, he vigorously scraped off the bright red nail polish and pressed his lips in silence.
Zheng Quzhi entered with his back behind his back. As soon as he stepped in, he was sensitive to the fact that the temperature inside was even lower. No need to guess, there must be something dirty in it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he landed on his hind feet, the door slammed shut. Yang Huai'an didn't care about what he was holding, so he immediately went to the door.
But no matter how much he tossed, the door didn't move.
Zheng Quzhi carefully put Wei Yan down, looked around the room for a while, and finally said to Comrade Xiaoyang: "Don't waste your energy. Let's see if we can wake Mr. Wei?"
Both he and the police officer Xiaoyang were rookies who didn't know anything. Although they had Fu to save their lives, they were not safe enough after all. It was the key to wake Wei Yan.
Hearing that, Yang Huaian kicked the door annoyed, a little frustrated. He approached Zheng Quzhi, squatted down and looked at the handsome man with Zheng Quzhi, and said familiarly: "Zheng Quzhi, is he really a master of ghost hunters?"
"Yeah." Zheng Quzhi was taken aback for a moment when Comrade Xiaoyang suddenly spoke to him in such a close tone, and then quickly nodded.
Zheng Quzhi squeezed Wei Yan's face, tugged, and whispered to him: "Mr. Wei! Mr. Wei!"
If he doesn't wake up again, Zheng Quzhi really doesn't know what to do.
"Pinch the middle." Yang Huaian stretched out his hand as he said, pinching the middle of the man with his eyes closed. But for a long time, there was no reaction at all.
Wei Yan didn't wake up, but the dirty things in the room moved.
Zheng Quzhi was the first to discover that there was an extra'person' in the room. He just looked up inadvertently and saw a woman in white in the corner of the room quietly looking at them.
After a few seconds of cardiac arrest, Zheng Quzhi's hands trembled slightly.
The female ghost was not terrifying, she was dressed in a white dress, her hair was long black, and half of her face was exposed, all in gray and blue. She had white eyes in her eyes, because she was hanging her head and she couldn't see if there were maggots on her face.